#zydrations

he's right — she knows it, as medicine reminder beeps repetitively, demanding attention. the world that surrounds is strange, unrecognizable, only bits & pieces look like that of what she's seen on t.v., the air breathed in carrying an unfamiliar burn. hastily, she searches through bag's stuff for pill bottle, knowing it's only a matter of time before her dad's scolding voice rings out. almost able to count down the seconds, “ it's fine, ” spoken after her gulp, quickly washing down the pill with nothing. attention turned back to the man, eyes flashing with brief panic that bleeds into a lingering nervousness. maybe trust is misplaced in this stranger, but it feels safer than being alone. “ can we keep going? there's so much i haven't seen yet. please? ”

their figures are illuminated in the low alleyway's light, tension heavy in the air as it always is when the pair meet. his helmet's visor is off, enabling a dark look into the repo man's eyes, glinting off the nearby neon signs. the night's been long —— the graverobber's presence a poisoned cherry on top, guilty conscience pushed to the far corners of mind. the blood's long since dried on leather gloves, no chance in the red smearing as he takes ji-won by the jaw. allowing the darkness inside to take over, closing the distance between. “ you. ” the word is left lingering purposefully, long enough to let confusion worm its way into thoughts. “ . . .on your knees. ” deeper intonation blooms in the follow - up, an ushered demand.